#overstimulation.

i want to be fisted open after you’ve already fucked me for an hour or more. after you’ve already cum inside me as many times as you wanted. your dick is sated, and this is all just for play. because you can. because my pussy is yours. i want to scream and squirm, over sensitive and sore, as you work your knuckles, then your palm into my red, puffy, cum-filled cunt. i want you to not care if i come on your fist, only to care that you can make your fist fit. i want you to hold my legs down as you punch in and out of me until the widest part of your hand moves easily through my wrecked hole. i want you to tug and pinch at my swollen pussy lips, flick my throbbing clit, and fuck me with your fist until i’m sobbing and gaping wide. take a picture. jerk off into my ruined hole, and take another. play with my cunt like it’s just another stim toy as i writhe and beg and soak the sheets with my tears. see how wide you can spread your fingers inside me. then see if you can fit the other hand, too

I just want sweet snuggles. Kissing you until you can't think, to distract us both. Gently plying you open with my fingers, slow and careful. Taking my mind off myself by making you feel amazing. Fucking into you, slowly adding fingers until you're not sure you can take it, then adding one more anyways. Making you come all over my hand. Please, pet. I just want your gorgeous, gorgeous pleasure.

again thinking about sess' realization that naraku is a cat, because he was just scritching nara's scalp and naraku just. bit him.

thinking about being tied up and blindfolded in the backseat of a car by my dom, a vibrator tied to me. a gag secured in my mouth to make sure i don’t moan too loud and alert any other drivers. maybe the vibrator is low enough to keep me edged and dripping, maybe it’s high enough that i can’t stop crying and cumming. i have no idea where we’re going or when we’ll stop, maybe you’ll have mercy on me soon and take me home, maybe you’ll take to me to be someone else’s plaything for a while, or maybe you’ll take me somewhere secluded to fuck my brains out

Don't bite the hand that fingers you through six consecutive orgasms, or however the saying goes.

Sweetly kissing them on their forehead and their wet cheeks while they bruise your arm and scratch your skin open with their grip, so overstimulated and fucked out that their eyes can barely focus on you, and all the sounds falling from their shivering lips are barely coherent, except for that regular "please", impossible to grasp whether it's a pleading for mercy or for more.